Facade Poems - Poems about Facade

In shadows cast by false pretense, A friend once close, now lost to sense. With whispered lies, they played their part, A dagger aimed straight at my heart. You sent your words, so vile, so crude, Yet wore a mask, concealing the rude. You spun your tales, so sweet,...

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Mirror, mirror on the wall ~ don't let me fall for a narcissist's words for fear I'll find myself tangled in the web of silk threads cunningly spun to lure me in. You might take those words to heart... A narcissist is needy and compared to the sun, for they think everything revolves around them. George Eliot wrote,...

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Until all the racist oppressors hurt as much as the ones they oppress the same will continue to happen in a nation of honor bereft. They can sing pretty songs about freedom hands on hearts to create a facade but the rot that was planted by settlers is reborn in their lies and their fraud. ...

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The infamous Borga Borga! Kings of self-deception, lords of make-believe, and emperors of "I've got it all together"! They travel to far-off lands, where the streets are paved with gold (or so they claim), and return with an air of superiority that could choke a camel. "I've made it, I've arrived, I'm the king of the world!"...

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The infamous Borga Borga! Kings of self-deception, lords of make-believe, and emperors of "I've got it all together"! They travel to far-off lands, where the streets are paved with gold (or so they claim), and return with an air of superiority that could choke a camel. "I've made it, I've arrived, I'm the king of the world!"...

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In the realm of human desire, not all wishes are granted. A soul worn weary need not succumb to desperation's weight, But rather, find solace in stillness, and await the divine hand. When turmoil strikes, the heart must be a fortress, brave and strong. I've wandered through life's spheres, and witnessed the human plight, Nothing ravages the soul like loneliness,...

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The transformation is complete once again. An automaton is reborn in day. Atop its tower it ponders in silence. Atop its tower it observes in relevance. Once again it is disconnected. Truly distant and dejected. A path it marches onto. But there is no one at it's side. It's facade still active yet deep down it hides the truth. Recording and replaying...

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I've been known to fabricate entire planets, crafting layers of reality like a masquerade ball. Perhaps the greatest secret I hold of all, is that there's no clear distinction to the eye, between my art and my life, only a thine blurred linen where pandemonium of existence bites, congeals into something recognizable. But don't quote me on that; I change my mind with the...

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Our Kitty Kat has the sharpest claws Right to the very end of her paws When angry or upset ,she's a fright So I try to be ultra polite - Giving her books ...my fingers shake Those almond of eyes stares like a quake . Likewise called Sophisticat by few She changes her looks, hairstyle anew Dining with kings, leaders over tea Her...

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Halfway through learning life you find therein the games Played by the oblivious and those who made names Then your simplicity in view begins being challenged As make believe is by hard facts rearranged That society is both with and without bearing For the old warmongering and peace brokering Continue on side by side Each taking turns...

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Oh! I'm tired Drained by this charade This masquerade of a ball An illusion empty of dancers, no costume, no mask Fatigued by an endless series of mirages Hope has finally bent Dragging me down, weighing me down in the dumbs I rise or try But my head is heavy with weary Dread pulls me under and I drown My howls for help...

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On the day I met your smiling facade, I should have guessed That you are a mapless labyrinth, an enigma clothed in the false light of evening, A guide to wanderings, where my steps lost their echo, And your gaze, a deserted lighthouse, left me to navigate in the starless dark. ...

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You tell me to stop How can I When the porcelain play never stops It has to keep going For the crowd Yet, the cracks... They are slowly taking over Slowly breaking my so carefully built play my life my happiness The cracks get bigger, can they see? no amount of joy can seal them now. The crowd, it laughs. I'm glad. They don't...

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Edith Sitwell 'FACADE'   [(•)(•} ]   [   ||    ]    \(==) /     \_ _/...

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They protest to not be a drama queen but just can't wait to jump into the scene Pretending to be a friend Verbal daggers they extend Their true colors are now vibrantly seen...

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